“You know I’m from Iran,” the woman stated in Italian as she stood a few inches from my face. I sat on the stool by the door of the little shop. Next, to me, her front desk was littered with papers and appointment books, a few black and white photos...

It is currently -3C outside which, for my US readers (most of you) is 26.6F and I am freezing, along with the rest of the population. Thankfully, our apartment was only rebuilt a few years ago, which means we have a house that was built to be warmed by a heating...

I think I’ve brought out the entire story of our immigration now. So we are sitting on our approved I -130, but after waiting for over two years, we started married life together in Italy. We both got new jobs, began careers, we got a puppy, moved outside the...

I wanted to recap our immigration story from the beginning so I took an older blog draft and edited it to fit our current situation. After the appointment at the Consulate on Tuesday, Rami was told that I would be able to make another appointment to talk to someone...

When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are high And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest if you must, but don’t you...

The first time I remember it, I was in a school gym. The off-white walls that towered to a raised ceiling. The floor wooden and painted with white lines for a basketball court – shellacked until it was shining underneath the globes of light. We were gathered in...